As I have previously mentioned before, something that I did a lot when I was homeless was walk. And well, the more I walked the more my shoes got worn down. With all the walking that I was doing, I went through a number of shoes during my years on the streets. But one of those pairs of shoes, I still have to this very day.  Not long after I left Broward House, the rehab that I was a patient at in Fort Lauderdale Florida from April to September of 2019, I became close friends with those 3 brothers that I lived with in the Extra Space Storage in Wilton Manors. We took good care of each other. We made sure we all were able to eat. We made sure we stayed in communication with each other. We kept each other company. We even helped with each other's addiction by finding ways to make sure we always had a supply of drugs so we could stay high. We went out of our own selfish ways and looked out for each other. Even for as close as we were, we didn’t do everything together. The boys h...

  Now that you have a basic Understanding of the main events that had occurred my settings during my path of addiction, I would like to break it down even further in order to help others understand what many LGBTQ addicts have gone through during their active addiction, and to give others that have gone through some of the things that I have gone through that just isn’t spoken about out loud due to shame and embarrassment. Let me hold those feelings for you as I share a more of my story with you all.    In this part of the Tweak Twack Zack I am going to talk about many other things that happened during my misadventures including but not limited to: The never fulfilled need for community that I had early on in my story. The real life effects of overdoses and loss. The apps like Grindr and websites like BBRT’s influence that lead me to start and continue using drugs and living a risky sex life. What it was like to host a PnP sex party. The process I went through to bec...